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Flaming Blade
04:23
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as close as we could get to meeting
on a wide dusty plain
each of us a little speck with a blade
I say approach, old foe
so come near, so come near
so us two, us two, us two
become absolutely clear
and wake up in a basket or a blanket
or a pool or a hospital room
and start looking
for each other again
and when things get real
when teeth actually break
when finally someone loses an eye
oh, doesn’t the baby
doesn’t the baby arrive
so approach, old foe
so come near
so us two, us two, us two
raise our flaming blades up high
and feel the soreness in our shoulders
from the last time
and start looking for each other again
and start looking for each other
again
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2. |
Dark Studio
03:26
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the eagle over the house
is called dark studio
dark studio is real
and always lofting over
and over and over and oh
sitting up on staging
in insulation air
I heard something
the sweetness in my breathing
I held myself
and saw where I was bleeding
a wave
over itchy eyes
I am a light
I say fuck all y’all
I know what I’m
I am a light
I say fuck all y’all
and goodnight
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3. |
Dig Down
02:55
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there are a few places I’ll go
one is the swamp behind the house
and the pile of beams nearby
I also know, and I also go to the logging road
in our uninvention of all these men
of a medieval time, age nine
and only when I try
to go back to these spots I realize
they’ve been messed with a little bit
there is a voice
singing low and soft to me, don’t go
don’t go rooting, come on
you digging down, you snap out of it
but some people built a world
on top of a world
and then I was born
and became a world
if my friends lived nearby
I would go and drift into them
but they all live far away
and I am wanting badly to dig down
I know there will be bones and burnt buildings
and huge men with steam in their noses
I know there will be things
beyond my shovel’s blade
I say that’s okay
coming in from the snow and closing the door
I remember the stove
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4. |
All Along, Alna
03:21
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all along
all along alna
by the dried up marsh
where the school buses park
you let down your long arms
and yelled after us, I love you
I love you, boys
holding her hand
I yelled back to you
I don’t, I don’t love you
and I went to, I went to homeroom
I left you there, impaled
and I went to school
in 2005 or something
you got down
from the stake somehow
and after fifteen years of waiting around
now you and I are folded up under the house
you said to me like you always said to me
you never know where you’ll end up
hunched beside your son
digging frozen sewage in 2021
loved
loved once, and again
all along alna
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5. |
Place to Be II
03:00
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when I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
us all were falling, always falling
either fighting or listening to pink moon in the car
through the trees up the river on the way to school
I thought this place was your ashes
the way you talked about it
still warm from your crash landing
and wasn’t I born in the wind of you leaving
and fallen family thieving
stacking wood
and sleeping
now I’m older
see it face to face
now I’m older
gotta get up
now I’m older
gotta get up
gotta get up
gotta get up
gotta get up, clean the place
gotta get up, gotta get up, clean the place
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6. |
Look for Water
02:42
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waking up for water
i know I heard you say
where’s my living story
where’s my living coat
wet from being worn in wetlands
dry from rocky mountain high
not a papery wafer
more like a saber tooth tiger
she’s stuck out on the ledge
with another right behind her
not a beast upstairs asleep
or a bald head breaking down my door
but a little wedge of cold cold sky
the old empty tomb
is still empty and old
the towering boulder is still rolled
it is still rolled
and if I am included
i don’t feel included
so I’m gonna go look for water
i’m gonna go look for water
i’m gonna go look for water
i’ll be right back
i’ll be right back
i’ll be right back
i’ll be right back
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Nowhere (thanksgiving)
03:11
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only reaching blindly into blankness with frantic bare hands
did I ever really try to understand
and only with the open sky
so lonely and empty
did I ever really walk or stand beneath it
in the middle on nowhere (x4)
I am breathing of the same thing that looks blue above the mountains
in the middle of nowhere
and there’s something strong and wise
like the sun or a lion
that is sifting through the ashes of my mind
and it’s dangerous and scary
to be living ignorantly like I do
but imagine what it’d be like
if I knew
that I’m nowhere
I am nowhere (x3)
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8. |
Back to Air and Light
03:23
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in our tunnel room
i hear these two come in to sing with us
the night will knit itself
you won’t be included
but they leave too soon
and I’m left without
they walk back to air and light
and I’m let down
in this room
everything has a sound
put all together, it says
finish building your house
it started when I read
that thing I wasn’t ready for
journey to the lord
of power
so you and I, now we stay in
not knowing, knowing not a word to sing
throwing dust into the mouth of the thing
in the forever of the cave’s drip dripping
and the echo of two bicycles clicking away
singing alone
getting cold in the lines we know
the night will knit itself
you won’t be included
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9. |
Gems
02:17
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what’s that little snapping sound
off and down the hall
it’s someone snapping gems off the cavern wall
it’s someone taking it all
get down real low
help me cover up these coals
we’re not moving til we hear em go
back to the desert of your life and home
where we came from
and had lived for however long
up over town, little idea way too loud
filling up little house
until the thing we held up high
was collapsing finally
so out into the street, planet blurring
I saw real life in the morning
and a whispered little warning
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Windier Portland, Maine
A band from Portland, Maine.
Asa, Simi, Annie, Emma.
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